Thank you to Ariel Chart for publishing this poem.

The Lost Twilight Mind of the Androids From Neptune

Aliens loom past foolish paralysis,

with a complicated neuron network,

and massive brain weight.

They decline the dotted appearance of gaunt birds

as they ride across the skies.

No thermonuclear nitwits these,

they would use a dreary mysticism

to convince us we are intended to serve them.

They grow closer out of nightfall’s musk and gloom.

Dimness becomes half light,

to sunrise,

to vibrant glow as noon shines.

With peculiarly arranged letters of their names,

androids start canvassing, 

asking do we stay or do we go?

We must pinpoint the nexus

that will weave our fates.

Create a rewarding union,

as they campaign against 

an expiring spectrum of isolation from us.